Forwarded from The Moonlit Descent of Mistlesoir.
The afternoon glowed softly as Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung and Mistlesoir’s Heeseung walked through quiet streets, drawn to a small café where they shared desserts beneath warm light. Time felt slow and gentle, every moment brushed with calm. Later, they wandered to a park where a bridge arched over shimmering water; Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung posed for a photo, framed by the golden sky, while Mistlesoir’s Heeseung held the camera steady.
As they continued their walk, the light dimmed and laughter faded into peaceful silence. Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung quietly took a picture of Mistlesoir’s Heeseung, catching him in the soft glow of dusk. When evening finally settled, the world felt still—just two souls moving through a fleeting hour that felt infinite.
As they continued their walk, the light dimmed and laughter faded into peaceful silence. Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung quietly took a picture of Mistlesoir’s Heeseung, catching him in the soft glow of dusk. When evening finally settled, the world felt still—just two souls moving through a fleeting hour that felt infinite.
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The Moonlit Descent of Mistlesoir.
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Tebak Howls, Heeseungnya Harrow yg mana.
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ㅤㅤㅤSELENOGRAPH IN OATHE–SPOKEN
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)
Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement @SerenityOfEnami, @LadyLures, @NewJeanns, @blissette. we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)
Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement @SerenityOfEnami, @LadyLures, @NewJeanns, @blissette. we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𐁊 VIRESCENT EPOCHUM: 16th
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 09-10-2009 | Aureocrypts.
Destinature oscillates betwixt aleatory echelons and divinorial inflections that mirth alongwith the golden-eyed detours. Under the moon’s stir, hope Wyrmharrow’s Jeong Leean always hold the enchanted mark through every triumph. Now we begin another orbit around the sun, into the luciform for her impervious time attrition. Therefore, As we enter another unknown year, may her mind remain lucid as solstice glass and knight zeal. Happy birthday! May she wander the interstice and remain sovereign in pneuma. Lastly, may may kindness meet her at every juncture—fondly, wildly, endlessly. Selenoturne courage be the anthem that beats behind everlasting choice.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤPhronetics Instinct,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𐁊 VIRESCENT EPOCHUM: 16th
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 09-10-2009 | Aureocrypts.
Destinature oscillates betwixt aleatory echelons and divinorial inflections that mirth alongwith the golden-eyed detours. Under the moon’s stir, hope Wyrmharrow’s Jeong Leean always hold the enchanted mark through every triumph. Now we begin another orbit around the sun, into the luciform for her impervious time attrition. Therefore, As we enter another unknown year, may her mind remain lucid as solstice glass and knight zeal. Happy birthday! May she wander the interstice and remain sovereign in pneuma. Lastly, may may kindness meet her at every juncture—fondly, wildly, endlessly. Selenoturne courage be the anthem that beats behind everlasting choice.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤPhronetics Instinct,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow.
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ㅤㅤㅤSELENOGRAPH IN OATHE–SPOKEN
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)
Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement—@TheHeike, @TheReedwart, @Zerofusion, @DeBlancFamilie, @TheGeldart, @AttireByKlein, @Hoonolic, @DeCrowther, @TheEnverious, @Kiiivory—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)
Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement—@TheHeike, @TheReedwart, @Zerofusion, @DeBlancFamilie, @TheGeldart, @AttireByKlein, @Hoonolic, @DeCrowther, @TheEnverious, @Kiiivory—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
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Forwarded from The Violent Side of Rock: The Gritner.
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🦠 ... We don’t do perfect. We do real. This ain’t your sugar-coated safe space, this is where the forgotten. The wild ones, and the beautifully broken come to belong. This is a home for the restless, the untamed, the ones who carve their own path in the wreckage. No puppets, no posers, just a raw, electric storm of misfits ready to set the world on fire.
✮ THE SENTINEL; Aunt (1997-1999)
✮ THE PIONEER; Oldest (2000-2003)
✮ THE TROUBLEMAKER; Middle (2004-2006)
✮ THE CHAOS; Youngest (2007-2009)
Before you step into the chaos, check the “Taken List.”BRING SOMETHING NEW OR DON’T BOTHER KNOCKING. — 🪬
“STËP UP, LØST SŌULS.” @GritnerBot and dive headfirst into the chaos. No rules, no limits—just raw energy and a home for the restless. If you’re ready to raise some hell, you know what to do.
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TUNE IN, DROP OUT, JOIN THE LOST.” WELCOME TO THE GRITNER; WHERE MISFITS RULE. ✮ THE SENTINEL; Aunt (1997-1999)
✮ THE PIONEER; Oldest (2000-2003)
✮ THE TROUBLEMAKER; Middle (2004-2006)
✮ THE CHAOS; Youngest (2007-2009)
Before you step into the chaos, check the “Taken List.”
Yo, Gritner. I’m [username], raised in the chaos of [line], stepping in to claim my place with [muse name]. No sugarcoating, no pretense, just here to shake things up and make some noise. If my voice reaches your depths, let me in—I’m ready to burn bright in the dark.“STËP UP, LØST SŌULS.” @GritnerBot and dive headfirst into the chaos. No rules, no limits—just raw energy and a home for the restless. If you’re ready to raise some hell, you know what to do.
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Forwarded from The Wendissle Records: “A Secrets In Dusted Ink.”
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🕯| ㅤ
ㅤㅤIn the fog-veiled thoroughfares of
ㅤㅤLondon, every whisper conceals
ㅤㅤㅤa cipher—and every shadow,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤa suspect.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤSoirée Code: B-221B-1894
ㅤㅤ"The Ebony Cipher of Wendissle."
ㅤㅤDate Opened: 20th August, 1894.
ㅤAttire: Masked and cloaked in secrecy.
ㅤㅤㅤLocation: Wendissle Manor.
ㅤㅤ Ciphered: #ParlourToWendissle.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🕯| ㅤ
LONDON'S WHISPER
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSPEAKS IN CODE.ㅤㅤIn the fog-veiled thoroughfares of
ㅤㅤLondon, every whisper conceals
ㅤㅤㅤa cipher—and every shadow,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤa suspect.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤSoirée Code: B-221B-1894
ㅤㅤ"The Ebony Cipher of Wendissle."
ㅤㅤDate Opened: 20th August, 1894.
ㅤAttire: Masked and cloaked in secrecy.
ㅤㅤㅤLocation: Wendissle Manor.
ㅤㅤ Ciphered: #ParlourToWendissle.